Memory Lost, Husband Exposed: Begging Me Not to Divorce

"I lost five years of memories. When I woke up, I discovered that Ethan Sinclair, my longtime crush, had become my husband. But he wasn't good to me at all. All his tenderness was reserved for his childhood sweetheart. Even when my life was in danger, he only cared about being with her. Everyone said I was madly in love with him; that even if Ethan made me serve his sweetheart hand and foot, I would do so without hesitation. Ridiculous. I didn't remember this person at all. I didn't remember Ethan. He wasn't good to me, so I naturally suggested divorce. But later, he lingered outside my door late at night, refusing to leave for a long time. "Aria, can you... look at me one more time?" Chapter 1 "Mrs. Sinclair attempted suicide!" I woke up to a blinding white light. Before I could fully process my surroundings, a sharp pain shot through my wrist. As I started to come to my senses, I heard an urgent male voice nearby. I saw a man with his back to me, speaking on the phone: "Mr. Sinclair, your wife is in the hospital. Would you like to come see her?" A cold voice came through the phone: "Is she dead? If not, don't bother me!" The call ended abruptly. The man sighed heavily and turned around, startled to see me awake. After a moment, he approached me. "Mrs. Sinclair, you're awake?" "...Mrs. Sinclair?" I looked at him in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" "You don't recognize me?" The man's expression changed. "I'm Zack, Mr. Sinclair's assistant." "...Who's Mr. Sinclair?" Zack frowned, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair is very busy with work right now. Your suicide attempt won't get his attention, and pretending to have amnesia certainly won't either! Give it up - he's not coming to see you!" I was even more bewildered, not understanding what he was talking about. Seeing my silence, Zack took another step forward and continued in an exasperated tone: "Mrs. Sinclair, you've been married to Mr. Sinclair for five years and causing trouble for just as long. He still hasn't fallen in love with you. Don't you think it's time for some self-reflection instead of constantly creating problems for him?" Although I still didn't know what was happening, his attitude made me very uncomfortable. Looking at his face, I felt an inexplicable aversion. Wait a minute... "Did you say... five years?" I rushed to the bathroom attached to the hospital room and looked in the mirror. It was still unmistakably me, but I looked more mature, with a hint of sorrow I couldn't quite place. Could what that man Zack said be true? Was it really five years later? Am I actually married? ... As it turned out, I really was married. And had been for five years. I hadn't time traveled or been dreaming - I had lost my memory. My current memories were still those of my 18-year-old self, just starting college. Back then, I had a crush on a senior named Ethan Sinclair. He was the epitome of perfection - loo...